People don't like hard truths. How many posts have I seen that say, "I don't know anyone in the KKK, do you??" My great-grandpa was, and he died when I was entering my teens. I visited him with mom often. He was a silly guy, crazy sense of humor, seemed okay to me.

I saw his pic later at his house when my great-grandma was still alive wearing full garb on a horse. Many of my cousins don't know. It's a skeleton in the closet. It was creepy, but the man I always saw was a nice guy.

I asked mom why they had that pic out. Shouldn't it be kept hidden?? Nothing to be proud of. She said they were. He thought he was doing good. I have no hard feelings for him. I never saw that side.